Canciones más populares de Mindless Self Indulgence
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Jimmy Urine
Voz
Kitty
Batería
Lindsey Way
Bajo
Steve Righ?
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
James Euringer
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gary Go
Ingeniería adicional
Greg Reely
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
JC Charvet
Ingeniería adicional
Jimmy Urine
Ingeniería de grabación vocal
Machine
Ingeniería de mezcla
Sal Mormando
Ingeniería de grabación
Will Quinell
Ingeniería de masterización
Letra
(You don't mean it)
You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted
It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin' and moanin'
You think you could afford a fuckin' bottle of aspirin
Boo fuckin' hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit
(You don't mean it)
You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted
It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin' and moanin'!
You think you could afford a fuckin' bottle of aspirin!
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons!
(You don't mean it)
So you're accepted (So you're accepted)
So youre accepted (So you're accepted)
Boo fuckin' hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking moro–
Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose life's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit
You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons!
(You don't mean it)
Writer(s): James Euringer
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